𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 // 𝐤. 𝐛𝗼𝐤𝐮𝐭𝗼

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

TW: MENTIONS OF SUIC*DE, BLOOD, AND G*NS.

i never really had the best relationship with my father. he died of a heart attack when i was seven and i got over it pretty quickly. it was just me and my mom growing up.

she provided everything for me. food, clothes, a home, and love. i couldn't have asked for anything more. everything was perfect. i was happy.

but she wasn't.

and it was pretty obvious.

she would stay out late working to provide for me, stressing herself out in the process and when she was home she wasn't really home. i can't blame her though, working three jobs, dealing with the loss of your husband, and caring for a teen isn't easy.

she was strong and i admired that about her.

i got a job in my second year of highschool. i didn't like seeing her stress herself out, especially for me. she needed a break.

she would always have a good cry at least once a day. i truly felt bad for her. she didn't deserve it. she deserved to be happy.

i didn't deserve her.

everything went down on december 20th, just a couple days before christmas. i had to work late that day and didn't get home until 8p.m.

"i'm gonna head home now, make sure you get home safe", my co-worker said smiling.

"yeah you too", i said smiling back at him.

i didn't get off until about and hour, what a long night it was gonna be.

i heard the door open and saw my co-worker rush back inside.

"what're you doing back here?"

"it just started raining", he said trying not to laugh.

"rain? why can't we have snow", i giggled.

"you can grab an umbrella from the rack over there."

"nah it's fine, i'll wait for you."

i smiled at him.

he had always been really sweet and i loved him for it. of course i didn't see him as anything more than a friend though. but i wondered if that's how he saw me.

"so, how's your mom", he asked me suddenly.

i looked up at him a bit shocked.

"oh, i-i'm sorry. i don't mean to butt into your personal life."

"it's fine", i said looking down.

"she's actually gotten a bit better, seems a little more motivated", i said smiling to myself.

"reminds me of a certain someone", he said nudging me.

"what's that supposed to mean", i said giggling.

"it's supposed to mean i'm happy for you. i'm happy you and your mom are helping each other."